Jannietta

Poetry for peace and wellbeing

﻿Life is made up of layers. Like a piece of fruit if we wish to taste the sweetness we must first peel away the outer layers of skin. I hope that these poems may help you shed your layers and bring you closer to the sweetness at the heart of your life.﻿

EVEN THOUGH

Even if you do not feel itEven if you fail to noticeOr in your ignorance, ignore itThe beauty of life continues to shine itsRadiance over you,Shimmering and dancing even amongst The darkest shadows of your dull unknowing.

Even if you never rise to greet the day With a smile, the day will alwaysRise to greet you, singing to you Over the breakfast table; birthing its joyThrough your slow start to the day.

Even though you may never notice The smile living in your soulYour heart knows its name and​Prepares a welcome anyway.

PEACE

Peace is the fruit of a quiet acceptancethe sacred energy of life flowing freelythrough a heart that holds a welcomefor all things.

In the absence of judgement there is nothing to condemnIn the absence of condemnation there is nothing to fearWithout fear the ground of our emptiness opens and sings; a love song;boundless and free.

DAFFODILSSpringtime; the soft gaze of dancing yellowerupts like a songon the lips of winter's sorrow.Bright yellow waves of delightpool their image before us; sunlightdancing on the waters of our memories.

At the edge of such beauty, we hesitatereluctant and shy; the scent of a secret knowingtaking us by surprise.Bold and strong, created not madethe image in the pool reflects our ownfragrant longing.

Life is a timeless gift.The future cannot receive it,Nor the past hold it,Only Now unwraps the present.

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I RISE (in memory of Mayo Angelou)

Even though there is 'sham and drudgery'Even though there are 'broken dreams'Even though a scream lies hidden inside meStill I feel my spirit rise.

Even though there is war and oppressionEven though compassion is hard to findEven though my mind is full of lies and confusionStill I feel my spirit rise.

Even though there is doubt within meEven though I quiver and shake with fearEven though my body is stiff with the cries I have stifled Still I feel my spirit rise.

Even though truth is hard to come byEven though the light is hidden from your eyesEven though your words are thin and emptyStill I feel my spirit rise.

Even though the past rises up to haunt meEven though the sun is obscured by cloudsEven though love has left me bleedingStill I feel my spirit rise.

Just as nightfall gives rise to daybreakand winter gives rise to springso too the music living within merises up as a song I must sing.

Even though there is 'sham and drudgery'Even though there are 'broken dreams'Even though sadness sighs its sorrow over meStill I feel my spirit rise.Still I feel my spirit rise.

GRASSES

Beauty is quietWe should not be fooled by shouts for attentionby loud noise or outrageous actsof brash behaviour.

Beauty is not self seeking

Watch out too for glamour, the false face of beautyChoose instead to consider the grasses of the fieldhow humble they are; how the merest passingof gentle wind kisses alive agreen wave of unseen spirit.

A majestic singing;A sighing;A silent voice rising.

Beauty evokes a quiet remembrancelet us bend therefore in reverence before it.

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Thank you for taking the time to read my poems. Any comments you may have are always gratefully received.